Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.